| I’ll no longer hide it
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| Yes, you move me to tears, over and over
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| Every time I get it settled, you excite it
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| Every time I get my face dry, you sing
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| It’s not meant to be a strife
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| It’s not meant to be a struggle uphill
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| It’s not meant to be a strife
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| It’s not meant to be a struggle uphill
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| Now I know, so now I’ll no longer fight it
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| (It's not meant to be a strife)
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| Come on in little floating head at the door
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| (It's not meant to be a struggle uphill)
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you? |
| Who has come to fill this room?
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| Well come on, welcome in
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| (It's not meant to be a strife)
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| (It's not meant to be a struggle uphill)
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| I’ll no longer hide it
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| (It's not meant to be a strife)
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| Yes, the way you say it stirs me to the core
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| (It's not meant to be a struggle uphill)
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| Every time, no matter what
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| No matter who I think you are
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| Every time I hear you say «Undo» I do
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| (It's not meant to be a strife)
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| And the tears fall
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| (It's not meant to be a struggle uphill)
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| And the universe is shown
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| But who are you, voice in headphones? |